LAY LOST IN ALL THE CITY LIGHTS
THE WAX WILL DRIP AS SO AS BLOOD,
The fallen Queen wandered the strange lands, once again she was in unfamiliar territory. She had lost everything so many times. Her early year in, becoming a Queen. Helping Drizzt find his father, and being dethroned from Lucaya all within a couple seasons. She missed Drizzt, she missed belonging. Even after he dismissed her affections for him. Her life had been hard, and she was tired as is. Now she was starting all over again as some new being, an entity of bone, of fire, and a seer of spirits.
Her ghostly form moved across the lands, searching for something she didn’t know. Hope, a place to belong. She felt so lost. That’s when a call broke through to her, a song of welcoming. A pack meeting. Her apparition darted toward the call, something about being a part of another pack just felt nice. She wanted to be welcomed, to have a home and stand for something. Her fire-like gaze lit up when she made her way through the pines and to the meeting area. The beauty of the land, it felt so much like home. As she made her way towards everyone, she bowed her head to the Alphess. "Hello," She said softly, raising her head. "My name is Motionless. I have a history in healing. I’d like a place to stay."
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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YOU ARE THE WATER IN MY LUNGS,
WE’VE LOST IT . . .
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